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And then comes the winter suddenly, fiercelyLeaving the forest shrouded in snow and silence.The dark night sky is so deep and translucentThat you can see through a million years ago.Tonight a thousand stars have disappeared Forever engulfed by the abyss of timeLike old friends, you shall never see againThe heart grieves their absence, now everlasting.

Many years ago there were so many warm summersAnd before that, bursting blossoms of endless springsThe meadows in autumn were wild and freeThe breath of gentle winds caressed our long days.

Somewhere some bird sat and sang a sad songI can still hear her, though I know not what she sings.Her tears are like those stars that have vanishedHer song is like the mystery of our ephemeral lives.

Whoever understands this beauty will weepAnd whoever weeps shall wander in joyThrough the falling snows of winterThrough the dark forests of the worldAll across the weary frost laden landscapeWhere Death stalks the traveler with his frigid hands.

And if one morning, I am goneI shall always remember her songAnd depart gracefully, like the bird and the stars.

An occasional writer but a regular thinker, Beryl sometimes fiddles in speculative fiction. He sees both humour and tragedy in everyday events and is extremely concerned with the fate of other creatures trapped in the monstrous march of 21st-century human civilization.